a withering stalk of gladiolus. a cherished gesture from a long lost classmate. a blue dreamcatcher hung whimsically on a potted palm. flashbacks of a Utah getaway, an orangish September. gaping silver pomfret at the local fish market, one makes its way into our home. Saturday smells great already. steaming chicken momos. a trusted cure for overcast, moody days. a neglected pair of silver earrings. the turquoise winks at me from the rusty corners of a forgotten trinket box.
Invoking memory and inviting the present, I gather these small joys or the more poetic - little somethings. Patch by patch, frame upon frame, I weave my Friday for that much awaited weekend, that just comes and goes in a wild flicker.
Happy Weekend, you all!
PS: Instagram has soon become my photographic mainstay, and as you can see from the above pictures, it tells the tales well. For more such tales you can visit here.